On November 15th, the weather was fine.

Today, the finished film of "The Richest Man in Xihong City" was finally edited, and Xijing first held a screening in the company to let everyone watch the effect of the editing.

There is no opening song, ending song, and no BGM, although the overall effect is not bad, but he always feels that there is still any charm.

The movie has long been set for Christmas, and there is still a month before the movie is released, so it must be planned early, so Xijing first wrote out the most important BGM.

"Burn My Calories"!

It's a pretty magical song, I can't understand the song at first listen, and I can't get out of it when I listen to it again. It looks unremarkable, but it's unexpectedly addictive.

In many urban entertainment novels, the protagonist's previous life was unremarkable, but as soon as he crossed over, he picked up the guitar and started "You at the Same Table", and everyone who listened to it burst into tears and admired it.

Xijing thought he could do it at first, but when he finished writing the lyrics and was about to compose the music, he realized that he could do it.

It's hard, it's too hard.

For a person who is not familiar with the basic scale, composing a complete piece is no less than packing Dongfeng Express into a solid log. So, he called Lin Xi over and asked him to introduce a singer in the circle.

"Brother Xi, in fact, I can do this kind of thing, ...... I can do it."

Lin Xi lowered his head, his fingers intertwined, looking quite shy.

"You're doing it again?"

"Probably ......"

Lin Xi's earlobes were dyed with smoke: "When I was a child, I liked to sing, and I planned to be a singer when I grew up, my grandparents were happy, and invited my favorite star - Zhou Milk Tea, specializing in cultivating the ability to compose music.

I haven't had my brother's chest muscles to rely on for you so thunderous, I followed him to learn to compose music for a year, although my professional ability is not as good as that of a singer, but it is still possible to compose a complete song. ”

"Zhou Milk Tea ......"

Xijing was powerless to complain, the Zhou milk tea in Lin Xi's mouth was probably the singer who could circle the water blue star in a year, liked to drink milk tea the most, and successfully drank a double chin.

Zhou Milk Tea is now an international superstar, and the memories of a generation, although it has been popular for more than ten years, the number of fans is still easily beating Kun Kun.

Lin Xi said that Zhou milk tea was not so popular at that time, but it had actually become quite famous.

Do you think it's that easy to ask a future singer to teach him how to compose music?

My heart hurts again!

Xijing's face was expressionless, and he casually took out a quick-acting heart-saving pill from his arms, and when the jelly beans were stuffed into his mouth, from beginning to end, he was not shocked.

He...... I'm used to it.

In the office, Xijing first showed the lyrics to Lin Xi, and then sang a cappella song to confirm that Lin Xi had memorized the complete song, so he was relieved.

"You...... What do you think of this song?"

"Excellent!" Lin Xi pondered for a while, and then felt that this word was not appropriate, and added later: "Best!"

"And what do you think is good about it?"

"I can't see it"

“……”

"But...... The music written by Brother Xi must be quite extraordinary, and it will be famous for centuries when you take it out, and it's normal for beginners like me not to see it."

"Aren't you curious about me writing songs?"

"Why are you curious?" Lin Xi asked rhetorically, even a little surprised: "Isn't there a consensus already reached on the fact that Brother Xi is omnipotent?"

“……”

Xijing had nothing to say.

He suddenly realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

Looking for Lin Xi to appreciate this song is no less than letting the licking dog evaluate his goddess. They have already thought about Dihua, and they are stunned, no matter what happens, a lick of the word, it can be solved.

Next, Xijing wrote the ending song of the movie, which he also sang, Lin Xi wrote, and after writing, he was licked again.

Lin Xi was passionate, he was light and light, and even felt a little boring.

The song was left, and Lin Xi posted a message on Weibo to solicit singers, and arranged a series of affairs of the company, so that he could be considered completely clean.

……

In the afternoon, the autumn sun makes people drowsy.

Xijing put on a coat, and felt unsafe, so he brought a thin scarf, which could cover half of his face, and drove out, well, he drove a shared bicycle.

Los Angeles belongs to the north, and the streets are full of banyan trees that have been planted for twenty or thirty years, one by one, row by row, and the leaves are withering, bringing the gloom of autumn.

He rode around the LC area on a shared bicycle at will, leisurely and comfortable, stopping from time to time to take two photos, or buying a fried cold noodles and potstickers at the Cross Snack Street.

Eating hot pot stickers while riding a bicycle is full of the charm of life.

Los Angeles is the ancient capital of many dynasties, the cultural environment is better, it is a tourist city, although November is the off-season for tourism, he still sees a lot of tourists with cameras, backpacks.

Holding a Goethe map in his hand, he followed it comfortably, and after a while, he entered a dead end.

Well...... NICE！

Holding the mobile phone, he threw it angrily, looked around, and saw Xijing, a local, asking for directions every day.

Some asked how to go to Dingding Gate, some asked how to go to the snack street, some were curious about the White Horse Temple, and some had a strong interest in the grottoes......

Finally, Xijing realized that something seemed wrong.

Because...... There are so many people asking for directions.

More than a dozen people asked around him, and he was simply regarded as a Beidou navigation system, the key is that if you ask for directions, ask for directions, why are you picking up my pants?

Although Los Angeles is a tourist city with a lot of tourists, it has not been exaggerated to the extent that as soon as you go out, you will encounter a group asking for directions.

Soon, Xijing discovered that someone was posing as a tourist.

Ten people, about six or seven parallel goods.

No way, he really had never seen a tourist with an egg in his left hand and a vegetable basket in his right hand, obviously, these local girls took a fancy to his handsome nature through their scarves.

pretending to ask for directions, but in fact accosting him, he even wondered if the two tourists were also pretending to be lost.

Dealing with a few words casually, he really asked for directions, he pointed out, went out to buy groceries and got lost by the way, he helped these people download the Goethe map, the thousand degrees map, the Beidou map...... And so on a dozen map apps.

Recycled, it should be able to go back and cook a porridge.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xijing rode a shared bicycle and arrived at Los Angeles East Station, a high-speed rail station.

At the moment, the high-speed rail station was sparsely populated, and he deliberately found a secluded place to prevent congestion, because he had already found that this scarf fart was useless.

Ugly people wear scarves, and people think you don't dare to see people.

Handsome people wear scarves, and people think you are a star.

The scarf can cover his face, but it can't hide his charm, not to mention, he still has the stat of charm +1 on his attribute board.

Finally, with a flash on the red letter electronic board, a high-speed train from the magic capital to Los Angeles arrived on time, and his group leader, the cat breeder, should have arrived.